“Did you keep the pictures? Or do I not even mean that much to you Do you look at them when she’s gone home and the overwhelming sense of loneliness sets in because she won’t give you what I once did? Did you show her the pictures? Did you show your friends? Do I mean that little that you’ll pass around our secrets, our memories like they’re nothing more than a passing moment Do you look back and laugh? Laugh at how the innocent girl turned not innocent as soon as you touched her and how the smart girl turned stupid when she let you take her picture Laugh at how you crossed every single line I’d ever set out, how you broke every promise you ever made, how you shrunk me down to nothing more than a mere picture when all I ever wanted was to be loved.”— Smart girl turned stupid